Tuesday, July 4, 2017

A Song as Sung by Simon Wagstaff

While strumming on his banjo Simon sings a philological song to his robot lover, Chworktap.


“Our Lady of Our Love’s Afflatus,
Unveil the All, and please don’t freight us.
Sans paddle up the amorous creek,
Unknowing if by will or freak
Of circumstance our loves’ll mate us.
All flappers think they’ve picked their sheik
With prefect freedom in their choice.
In this have they as little voice
As chickens swallowed by a geek.”

Simon Wagstaff

Venus on the Half-Shell, Philip Jose Farmer

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